Supposed.

The path was

supposed 

to be followed.

Maybe a little meandering for some ripe berries

or a daisy or two.

But the path was a path of brilliancy.

It curved through delicate timbers

and rapid rivers

and had such spectacular views 

it was impossible to imagine 

if the path ever ended

and if it did

or did not

how much more spectacular it should be

around the bends. 

But one day she looked down and there wasn't a path. 

She couldn't remember straying.

She couldn't remember being distracted.

She couldn't remember being absent minded. 

She just suddenly

wasn't 

on 

it. 

So she stopped. 

Because that's what you're 

supposed 

to do

when you get lost. 

anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
with by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

-E.E. Cummings

Oh, Bryn, you see through the dark.

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Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

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It's been a long, cold, lonely winter.

It makes me sad  that the larger paintings get blurry when I scan them because my scanner isn't big enough..





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I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.

I like the musical Crazy For You. If you pay attention you will see it quoted a lot here.





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Within me a lunatic sings.

When does it become redundant to say that "things have just been hard for me lately"? After about 3 years? What about "there's been a lot going on recently"?



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Go do.

 Like I said, I really was in a Go Do phase.






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I want to make you happy, I want to make you feel alive.

 I just love this one.





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We should always know that we can do anything.

I fell head over heels in love with Go Do by Jonsi a few weeks ago.


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Running home, running home, running home, running. Home.

It drives me absolutely crazy every time that I forgot to capitalize the 'm' in I'm. And yes, you would not have noticed that if I hadn't said.

And so though love may not inspire my lingo, still it's making my heart go BANG-o BING-o.



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You look at me, it's like you hit me with lightening.

So, you know those little hipster books that are a compilation of inspirational sketches? I finally found one that I could bring myself to buy. Because naturally I want to buy them all. But this one had Marc Johns in it. And he's my favorite. So thus I came to own one of those little artsy feel-good hipster books.

Anyways, I feel like this collection could easily fit into one of those. Because it was really simple, but still meaningful, and anyone in the world could do it who doesn't have an artistic bone in their body or a vision for tomorrow.

"This piece is a symbol for America's struggle to accept people that were cool before they themselves were. As the artist I add an important element, although I usually try to stay outside of my artwork to show the objectness of it. I'm really obscure. You've probably never heard of me."

So, basically, I know this sketch isn't revolutionary. But it made you smile. So I still win.




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And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine.

The jagged painting in the bottom left corner bugs me every time I look at this. Other than that I love the simplicity.





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Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole.

A lot can be said with this format. So I rolled with it.




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There's a wrinkle in the water.

This is my life.



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I wanna stand up, I wanna let go.

I LOVE ELEPHANTS.



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I wonder, how's it gonna be when you don't know me.

Pretty much, I have the coolest friends ever.




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I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday.

This painting turned out better than any of the ones I've ever tried to do like it. It turned out better than I even expected or hoped it would.




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There's a low moon caught in your tangles.

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Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today.

Sometimes it just takes a good dear Johning.





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